I'm an American Jewish male of mostly-Polish descent, born in 1960, married with two children. I was born in Michigan but now live in Rhode Island. I work as a Professor of Legal Studies; my other occupations or part-time jobs have included lawyer, actor, IT project manager. My hobbies include pottery, science fiction and amateur astronomy (don't even *begin* to mention the Astronomy OWL in OoP to my face).

I first heard of HP in 2000 when Terri Gross interviewed Jo on the radio; I've been hooked pretty much ever since.

I love to write, but haven't written any fiction for more than 20 years -- until I got the idea of doing some HP FF, and here I am.

My fiction is also posted on Phoenix Song (same pen name there as here), and on SIYE (except for stories that wouldn't be appopriate there). I have a satire of shipping in general and H/G shipping in particular posted there -- the story is called "A Slow Boat to Shipper's Hell", published under the name "kschneyer".

I will also try to post all of my stuff on my livejournal page, where I am known as "Rhetoretician."

Bragging: So far I've had:

A "Featured Story" here (Counting to Five Thousand),which also won Runner Up for Dark/Angsty Fiction in the Silver Quills for 2007;

A winner of the Dumbledore Silver Trinket Award for one-shots on SIYE (Minding the Baby);

A First Prize for Fiction in the Phoenix Rising Challenge (for The Torch, a story that also won Judges' Choice for HP Specific stories in the Quill-to-Parchment competition); and

Summary: “I am in blood / Stepp’d in so far, that, should I wade no more, / Returning were as tedious as go o’er.” (Macbeth, III.iv.160-162) The education, life and times of Severus Snape, with particular attention to the unhappy confusion of his affections and his relations with the Dark Arts. Approximately 20-24 eventual chapters, including Prologue and Epilogue. NOTE: The "AU Warning" is here only because I have disregarded certain elements of the Black Family Tree, which MNFF regards as canon (but I don't).

Summary: History, sadly, is not really written by the winners; it's written by the historians. Someday we will all be (at best) footnotes in someone's history book. How much of our passion and devotion will filter through to the distant reader of that book?